Whateva U Do

Kids get your parents permision befor.fore.befo.fo.before tryin' this,

Half of the hoes and the music goin bang

Everybody everybody yeh we all doin everything

So u kno wats happenin, there no need to pitty-pat

Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat

Swervin on da one-ten blowin on some herb

One hand on the steerin wheel the other up her mini skirt

Tryna get some pussy while I'm pushin my wherree

Funny thing about it is that I'm fuck your bitch

Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe

Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about

Now wat would I be if I let a punk motherfucker run up on me

I play chess checkmate him in the street, 32 fever off blast that's three

Swish swish fresh fish ain't that a bitch, like ray-jay I gotta run which

Look at the place I'm in, I never fuck superhead acam crawdashier

It's a discrace to yourself, dogg is the champ to the face with the belt

I'm undefeated, undisputed, persicuted, spaded and neutered; faded and booted

[Chorus:]

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do

Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of american pie

Wat kind of car do ya drive?

Suicide doors on the passenger side?

Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?

Do the car change colour when that bitch drive by?

I don't really know an I don't really care

Cause me and my money's like sonny and cher

Spend dow at the goochy store

I never spend dow on the coochy though

You can check it, I got a record in brazil

For runnin out and not payin the bitches

Juvinial delinquint, see when I speak dis

Move when I bleep dis

Lil nigga peep dis

Ya secrets is all exposed

If ya grew up on ma music

Ya mumma's one of ma hoes

Ya daddy's one of ma foe's

Ya granny's been to one of ma shows

It is contrary that my literachary

Is very nesesary, ya feel me?

An you can try to rewind it, define it

Deside it to a whole notha groove

Play it to anotha move

Hope ya go through

Cause ya won't strike two

With twelve jury's up your piers

You better hope they like you

Ain't no tellin wat they might do

So I'm gonna just stay out their motha f&%$#! way view

Dippin in an outta town

Gotta get a hundred thou

Even if it's just for a setta

I been blessed by kings and kissed by queens

Even got a homie named prince akeem

Yes, I mean black diamonds

I can have anything, yep

There's twenty game

Even if I coulda of I would of never stopped

Started on the bottom, now they got him on the top

Sensation, big snoop dogg rattin number one in the nation

Top draft pick, always got a top bad bitch

Every time u see me, niggas wanna be me

It ain't that easy, it's still hard bein Snoop D O mothafucker double G

Believe me.

[Chorus:]

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you

We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do